Friday, February 26, 2010

In the 7th grade it was cool to sign yearbooks with “stay gold.” (It was not cool, however, to recite the actual Robert Frost poem to the cute boy who smoked pot even if he did kind of have boobs and never grew taller after 13. Lesson learned.) Nature's first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf's a flower, / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf, / So Eden sank to grief. / So dawn goes down to day, / Nothing gold can stay.God, how I loved me some Dallas. Still do.

Andy (Oh Brother! of mine)--that is not Steve-O. It's C. Thomas Howell, I swear. Wanna' make a bet? A million dollars (not doll hairs as you used to say)?

Also, full disclosure, I didn't Photoshop that particular "where are they now." I found somewhere on the glorious www, though I have seen pics of C. Thomas Howell and that IS him.

Everyone else: my brother used to look exactly like C. Thomas Howell. Like in Red Dawn, even Soul Man. He also looked like the kid from "Escape from Witch Mountain," just in case you need to put a face to the name Oh Brother.

Hi, my name is Susannah and I like shiny things, nutella, a good pen and the feel of sunshine warm and flat on my back. I like my family. Scratch that, I love them: my childhood sweetheart turned adulthood husband Bryan, my head-butting abyssinian named Nacho, and my sweet Petunia Faced kids, Zoey and Ozzy. This is my life, my askew view of this absurd world, my truth in a world splintered with 'em. This is my blog.

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